When you're awake and you experience something that you sense you've had before it's called de ja vu.
The dreams began about two weeks after I decked Master Black's driver. At first, I was floating on the feather that Donna had created in our erotic hypnosis sessions. My feather hovered over the floor by our bed and I watched her anally and orally service two white men. They sawed into her buttery surfaces, melting her defenses if she had any, pleasuring themselves and her in the process. I woke panting and sweaty with a hard on. Donna was sound asleep and I lay in bed with my eyes closed and still thinking about it.
In another dream, Donna wore open-toed shoes made of white thin leather straps that wrapped around each foot and up to her ankle, a sexy white dress that barely covered her big tits and small ass, and in her hand she carried a shiny white leather and gold trimmed pocketbook that was big enough to carry essentials: makeup/lipstick, cash, credit card, keys and driver's license. It was the outfit I purchased for her the day before and she was now modeling it for me and I asked if we were going somewhere. Her answer was no and then the doorbell rang. I answered the door and it was a young white guy, dressed in black tee shirt, black jeans, and black shiny boots. His hair was slicked back with gel and he had at least two days of stubble on his face. On her way out, she told me not to wait up for them.
I didn't tell Donna about my dreams. I had made a promise to her that I wouldn't bring it up again. Still, the allure of her infidelity felt natural and very strong. When I woke from such dreams in the middle of the night I began getting out of bed and stroking for relief. The trigger was always the same; she encouraged her lovers to cum inside her, telling them her husband understood and accepted his place as clean-up boy. And, then she would turn to me and say "Isn't that right Bob?
Half groggy and horny as hell, I still yearn for her to be my slut wife, wanton and giving of herself to men with better endowments than I have. It is the ultimate aphrodisiac and I admit to myself over and over as I stroke and cum into the toilet that the slut wife and cuckold fantasy was the adventure I desired for both of us. I loved her, was in love with her and wanted only the best for her.
Last week, I had an epic and very vivid dream. The date that dressed in black was in our bedroom closet, finishing the installation of a remote controlled sliding door. When closed, there was large mirror facing the bed.
When he saw me, he smiled and led me into the closet to show me the view with the sliding door shut. The mirror was see-through and through it I saw our bed and special track lighting he had installed on the ceiling. My heart beat a little faster as I wondered about the meaning of this change.
"The door opens and closes by remote control. Your closet view can change by the press of a button too." He held up the tiny remote and pressed a red button. "Watch the glass Bob." Just like that before my eyes, it blacked out the view of my bedroom.
"How much is all this going to cost?" I asked. He suggested I sit in the chair and when I did, Donna approached from behind and began binding my arms to the chair's arms with soft cotton rope. I looked to my side as she hovered over me. She was naked and the image gave my cock reason to rise. It turned me on. I knew what was happening and I didn't fight it.
"Don't worry about the cost Bob. I took real good care of you. You're paying my cost and Donna is paying me for my labor."
"Excuse me, but whatever money Donna pays you, comes from me because I'm her income source."
He laughed. Donna giggled with him as she finished binding my arms and legs to the chair. Just before they left the closet, Donna whispered in my ear "Be a good boy and you may listen and watch. If you become a distraction, I'll personally give you a timeout. Do you understand my love?" she held her lips so close to me that I felt her breath tease my right ear, but she denied me the pleasure of physical contact.
Power exchange was all around us. I surrendered the sanctity of our marriage to my wife by remaining seated, allowing her to bind me to the chair. Her nudity in front of the young man while he remained dressed was her surrender to him. So, by simple default he is in charge of both of us.
My cock was bulging in my jeans and I nodded affirmatively in response to her and then to him.
"We'll start with the door closed. You'll be able to see through the glass and you'll wear this on your head." She held a headset out for me to see. "This is a wireless headset Bob. When the sliding door is shut, you must wear it to hear what is going on in the bedroom." Then she placed the headset over my ears and exited the closet with him. When the door shut, the closet was dark.
"Hey, you left me in the dark!" I yelled.
I sat in the dark for what seemed an eternity but was probably just a minute. Then the black glass turned to light and I could see through it and into the bedroom again. The closet remained dark, like a movie booth in a porn shop.
Donna and her carpenter were in our bedroom facing one another. Her wrists were cuffed behind her back and with her shoulders drawn back, her precious breasts stood out to complete her incredibly sexy profile. To a casual observer this was just a naked woman, and exceptionally beautiful one, submitting her body to a dressed man. To me, though, this woman was my slut wife and the attention she now gave to him was supposed to be for me. That's what tore into me the most. So my heart bled and tears rolled down my cheeks and my cock remained hard as ever while I watched her interact with him.
He leaned over her to close the gap between them until their noses and lips were just an inch apart from one another. He placed a band upon her neck, sealing it with Velcro. Then he touched her lips with his. Donna tilted her head back and accepted his kiss. Upon contact, her lips parted and I could see the tip of his tongue enter her mouth. It turned me on to watch their interaction as it took place, especially as his hands cupped her face and he held her in position as their kiss wore on.
When he satisfied himself of her sweet breath, he stopped their kiss and said "you are now collared and bound, my slut, and your husband is locked away in the closet unable to interfere with our evening." Donna looked up at him and said "yes Master Kevin."
He raised his right hand up and toward her face only to snap his fingers and say "take a knee slut."
With swift obedience, Donna dropped to her knees and waited on the carpeted floor with her knees spread and her head bowed.
Kevin turned to face the mirror and flipped me the bird before speaking. "You are such a loser man. I would never let anyone use my wife the way I'm going to use your's tonight. It's a wonder she stays with you. Look at her. She's naked and she's been naked all day for me. She waited on me all day, bringing me and my friends our beers and sandwiches for lunch, giving us head at break time. Yep, you heard me. She eagerly sucked off five cocks today and tonight she's going to get a python between her legs while you watch." He grabbed his crotch to mock me.
Donna did nothing while he lectured me. I couldn't tell if she was turned on or embarrassed. I felt bad for her while my cock did not. I have knelt on our bedroom carpet. It is not comfortable on the knees, especially naked knees.
Kevin is an ass hole. I wondered how she met him while he continued to lecture me. He was like a drone, explaining what a loser I am and that there is nothing I can do now to stop him from physically assaulting my wife while she herself is wrist-cuffed behind her back. He is fit and young however and somewhat attractive. I can see how his looks might have seduced Donna.
"Did you know your wife has been opening her legs to me for six months?" He laughed after he asked the question.
"No," I said.
"I didn't think so."
"I've been training her to be a good whore to anyone willing to pay the right price and tonight's the night I'm taking ownership of her and going into business. Call it property rental." He laughed again and stared at me through the glass. It felt like his eyes were reaching into my soul.
"Fuck you, I don't believe you," I said.
He laughed louder and then said "I forgot to tell you loser. Your little booth is also wired with a microphone so I can hear what you say. You shouldn't have sworn at me. So, now you will pay for it." He held up the remote control and before I could ask him to wait, he pressed the red button. Just like that, the screen went dark.
